Prologue: 10 years before

Emma Braddock adjusted the skirt of the lacy pink dress her oldest daughter Rose wore. The five year old squirmed a bit as her mother fussed over her. "Mummy, why do I have to wear this today?"

Emma gazed into her daughter's vibrant green eyes as she sighed, tousling her daughter's long strawberry blonde hair that was so much like her own. Rose had asked this question all morning, and Emma had had to explain to her over and over again that they were meeting some friends of theirs and Rose would meet their son for the first time, so she had to look presentable. Since Rose was the oldest child and heir to one of the richest and oldest pure-blood families, Emma wouldn't accept anything less.

"I already told you Rose, we are meeting some friends of ours. You must look presentable." Emma ground out as she tugged on the hem of her daughter's dress while a self sewing needle stitched it dress maker had made a mistake and hemmed the dress to floor length, much too long for a girl of Rose's age.

When the two-year-old twins screamed in the next room, Emma called, "Mazis!" Instantly, a long eared house elf appeared out of thin air, startling the little girl standing in the middle of her rose and violet colored room.

"You called, Milady?" asked the old elf in a low voice. Emma nodded her head toward the door and the twins screamed again. The house elf disappeared and took care of the twin girls, leaving their mother free to tend to their sister once more.

A knock at the door resounded through the grand house and Emma almost panicked, her daughter had tripped while trying to walk out of the room and torn the filmy fabric on the skirt of her dress. Emma took her wand off of her daughters vanity and pointed to the tear. "Reparo." The fabric mended and fused as if it had never ripped.

Emma led Rose safely out of the room as one of the servants opened the door for the platinum haired family that strode into Braddock Manor. The father looked around the room, searching for the master of the house. He appeared shortly, in a black and white dinner jacket and black trousers as his wife and daughter descended the stairs. "Lucius. Good to see you old friend." Hawthorn Braddock greeted the tall wizard.

Lucius Malfoy shook Hawthorn's hand politely. "Hello Hawthorn," He answered.

Narcissa Malfoy looked up the stairs as she held her young son still. Emma glided down the stairs as her daughter followed as gracefully as she could. "Narcissa, my dearest friend." Emma smiled as she gave her a hug. Narcissa's son looked uncomfortable at the show of affection his mother was showing her friend. After his mother finished greeting her friend, Draco noticed the red head hiding behind her mother's skirts.

Emma, you are glowing." The witch exclaimed in regards to her friend's current pregnancy. Narcissa also noticed the young girl behind her friend. ""Is this your daughter Rose?" she asked as she knelt to Rose's level. The girl in the pink dress sucked in a breath and hid further behind her mother.

"Rose, say hello."

Rose peeked out of her hiding place and whispered timidly, "Hello."

Narcissa smiled and Rose gained the courage to step out from behind her mother. Just by looking at her now, Narcissa knew that Rose would be a beauty among witches when she came of age. "Young Draco, I presume?" asked Emma.

"Yes," the witch proclaimed, resting her hands proudly on Draco's shoulders.

"Hello Rose," Draco said cautiously, reacting to some cue from his mother.

"Hello... Draco." Rose answered slowly, then smiled, growing more comfortable around the pale boy.

"Okay. Run along you two. Narcissa and I have things to discuss." Emma laughed. Rose led Draco out the door into the garden.

Their parents had been wise to bring them together. Rose and Draco hit it off, often meeting every weekend over their childhood. Rose learned that Draco was very interested in dueling, often catching him practicing the wand movements over and over when she was a guest at Malfoy Manor, and he learned about her great skill in the healing arts once when they fell from a tree during the summer they turned eight.

Draco became cocky but kind and well spoken over his friendship with Rose, and she eventually introduced him to her good friend Luna Lovegood, hoping that he embrace and enjoy her eccentricities as much as she did.

When the children received their long awaited acceptance letters from Hogwarts, the pair were tremendously excited that they would be going to the same school. They both knew that Draco's father wanted him sent to Durmstrang.

On the day that Emma was taking Rose to Diagon Alley to buy her school things and meet up with the Malfoys, Narcissa arrived unexpectedly early with eleven year old Draco in tow. "Emma, I hate to ask you this, but would you take Draco to do his school shopping? Someone has stolen from the Malfoy Vault!"

"Oh. Of course Narcissa."

Narcissa smiled and sprinted back out the door as Emma ushered the children into a carriage and on the way to Diagon Alley. She led them through the crowded walkway to an aging building with a round bay window. A sign painted in faded, peeling letters read: Olivander's, Makers of fine wands since 382 B.C.

"Go inside. Mr. Olivander will help you. I'll go and take care of the rest of your things. Head over to Madame Malkin's when you are done here. I will meet you both there." Emma told them.

"We will mother." Rose assured her. Emma continued down the alley. Draco and Rose walked into the shop and Rose marveled at the size of the shop, which was stocked well with dusty boxes piled high on old shelves. Draco, disinterested with the shop, strode up to the front desk and rang the bell. Its shrill chime rang through the shop and a man leaned over the desk, somewhat startling the children.

"Ah, I should have known I'd see you two in here soon enough. I remember when your parents were buying their first wands, Miss Braddock and Mr. Malfoy." The friends looked at each other, amazed, as he dove into the recesses of his shop.

"How could he know that?" whispered Rose, startled that an enchanted measuring tape was gauging various distances between her body parts. When it was finished with her it moved to the blonde.

"I don't know." Draco answered her before the wand-maker returned with various boxes in his hands. The pair tried out countless wands until Mr. Olivander rummaged through the boxes at the very back of his shop, reappearing shortly with two unassuming wand cases in his hands.

He uncased each. One was a solid black wand with a smooth, well carved handle. The second, very similar to the other in shape, was a bit longer with floral vines winding up the wand from the handle to about four inches from the tip. The wand was a deep brown color.

"Try these two." Mr. Olivander instructed. Draco reached for the black one, more to his liking. "Ten inches exactly. Unicorn hair. Hawthorn wood. Reasonably pliant." Rose for the other. "Eleven inches. Unicorn hair. Holly. Fairly unyielding." The room instantly filled with light as the friends held their new wands. "Curious. Very curious." The wand-maker remarked.

Rose turned to the white haired man. "Excuse me Sir, but what do you find curious?"

"Your wands seem very different. But, the unicorn that gave you the core for your wand Miss Braddock, also gave the core for Mr. Malfoy's." He looked at Draco.

"What does that mean?" Asked Draco.

"It means, that since your wands are what we call 'Brothers', they have very special properties when used together, and one can not be used against the other."

"Thank you, Mr. Olivander." Rose finished, then walked out the door with Draco.

Mrs. Malfoy was waiting for them in Madame Malkin's when they arrived, but she did not see Draco's reaction to a messy haired green eyed boy when he walked in.

Rose's mother led them into the owl emporium and Rose fell in love with a ginger colored cat that she named Harper, and Draco came out with a Barn Owl he named Augustus.

The next week found the pair on the train to Hogwarts. They sat together, even though Rose's cousin Ron invited her to sit with him and a black haired boy. Remarkably, the boy's eyes were the same exact shade of emerald green as her own. She refused the offer.

At the Sorting Ceremony, Draco went before Rose. The old hat had barely been on his head for a second when it called out, "Slytherin!" The Slytherin table clapped as he joined them.

After her cousin, sorted into Gryfindor as she had suspected, Rose was called. The hat was placed on her head and took longer to figure out where she belonged. Finally, after completely throwing out the possibility of Slytherin House right off the bat, it tossed around Ravenclaw and Gryfindor before Rose's family legacy won out. "Gryfindor!"